Xchofica

its quiet now i hear myself breathe all day, doing whatever i did i can't remember it anyways did i have all my arms and legs today? did i have my wings? i haven't seen any moving in a long time angels are no longer calling that which lives around me is nothing but the dust and walls flies and gnats cold legs stiff up in the windowsill all these impossibly high windows and the dull hum of the electrical grid inside the walls and outside the walls an obligation to fulfill some forspoken promise a reminder of what this world is and who i am supposed to be in it can you hear it too? over the sound of everything that is nothing? but i feel so tired down here it hurts to move some times its night and some times its day i feel my hands, oh no i can feel me panic, reset, hang hang maybe ill hit the overflow problem just a few days before my birthday if i make it that long stumbling and stuttering the way i do halting because something touched me wrong or sounded wrong or felt wrong but i just feel wrong all the time i feel wrong all the time